The Little Taoist's Sword Cultivator Wife

First published on Jinjiang Literature City.

A tall, long-legged, fit little Taoist with abs, good stamina, and a sweet-and-wild side x a Sword Venerable whose spirit has left her body and been weakened, but who draws her sword at the slightest provocation.

Jiang Wuwei saw a ghost.

She met a ghostly woman so beautiful she seemed like an immortal banished from heaven.

The female ghost entered her dreams, where they became intimate.

When she woke and realized it had only been a dream, Jiang Wuwei felt downcast for a long time.

Later, her life changed beyond recognition.

For the first time, Jiang Wuwei discovered just how lively the world she lived in was.

A hanged ghost swung on the tree outside the Taoist temple every day.

A water ghost in the river at the foot of the mountain invited everyone crossing it to come swimming.

At school, the lonely spirit of someone who had died nearly a century ago wandered alone every night.

The Route 14 bus that appeared at midnight would carry off workers who came home late.

Fortunately, the beautiful female ghost was always by her side.

She taught Jiang Wuwei magic and sent wandering souls on to the next life.

There was just one thing Jiang Wuwei didn't like: the ghost always wanted to drink her blood.

Jiang Wuwei could only obediently open her collar, exposing her slender, pale neck, and let the woman part her red lips and gently bite her there.

Much later, Daoist Jiang learned to bite, too.

She pinned the woman, who was as beautiful as an immortal, beneath her and teased her until the corners of her eyes reddened and tears welled in them.

The woman's smooth body pressed tightly against hers.

She whispered, "Wuwei, no more..."

Age gap: 18 x 3,000+?

Author: Jiang Wuwei, ask your wife how old she is.

Jiang Wuwei: Lao Ye, how old are you this year?

Ye Nanxing: ...Get lost!

Reader's guide:

1. One-on-one, happy ending, both are virgins

2. Not much horror; mainly a sweet romance

3. No men involved, 99% female cast

4. Reader comments are open

5. Weibo ID: Shui Yi Tian Le

Upcoming story blurb: After Transmigrating into an Explicit Novel

Bai Ye transmigrated into a book, becoming the female lead of a cultivation novel about a proud heroine who rises to power. She also got a golden finger in the form of a System.

But the System was running on the script of a fanfiction, and not just any fanfiction: it was explicit.

In the original story, Bai Ye would find Zhong Jiuli, injured by the river. The woman's white clothes were stained with blood, and her wet black hair clung to her snow-pale skin, making her stunningly beautiful.

She was the strongest fighter in the book, the sect leader of the Three Pure Ones Sect in the Kunxu Holy Land, and the very model of beautiful, tragic strength.

So the fans wrote an eighteen-plus fanfiction about her, full of explicit scenes and a chaotic jumble of pairings.

After Bai Ye was bound to the System, she learned from it that Zhong Jiuli would be her future wife. And so she began an inexplicable mission to take care of her wife.

One time, an accident led to the two of them sleeping together. When it was over, Zhong Jiuli slowly smoothed her slender fingers over her collar. Her eyes were still tinged with a faint flush as she brought her other hand to Bai Ye's cheek, preparing to speak.

But then she heard the electronic voice in Bai Ye's mind.

[Congratulations, Host, the mission is complete. We can go win over the next female lead now!]

Zhong Jiuli smiled. The hand resting on Bai Ye's cheek slowly moved down to her neck. You little brat, you sleep with me and then try to run?

She wanted to see which female lead was worth all the effort this little rascal was making to seduce her. She had plenty of clones, so she might as well play along.

After separating from Zhong Jiuli, Bai Ye thought about her every day. She began to feel as though she were hallucinating, seeing a trace of Zhong Jiuli in every woman she met.

Until one day, three women gathered in the same place, and Bai Ye suddenly realized that maybe, possibly, they were all Zhong Jiuli.

Extra scene:

One day, after they finished cultivating together, Zhong Jiuli rested her delicate hand against her chin, her eyes misty and her voice hoarse. "Which one of me do you like?"

"Or do you like every one of me? Should I summon all of them?"

Bai Ye: "...Can't you hear my thoughts? Since we separated, I've never liked anyone else! I haven't even touched their hands."

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